After a long period of tea parties, dress-up, and make believe. Loretta, the name of our owner has decided that me and my sisters need names.
"I'm so excited," they all squeal in unison.
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"But don't you want to pick your own names?" I mutter, mostly to myself but they hear anyways.
"Why would we want to do that, silly?" They ask, real confusion written on their porcelain faces.
"To have power, every living thing has the right to control their own lives," I state, remembering one of the books I finished recently.
"But that's the point. We don't have to worry about power or anything. We just get to relax and play all the time."
"But don't you want more than this?" I inquire. My question goes unanswered as Loretta skips into the room joyously.
"Okie dokie my little friends. I'm gonna name you. You probably already know I'm Loretta. But you can call me Lorrie. Now let's see," she thinks for a second then plucks us up one at a time. "I'll call you Elizabeth, and you Beatrice, and you Lucinda, and you Alexandra," she pauses for a second staring at me. I'm the last to get a name. I think, if I could pick my own name what would I choose. Destiny? Hope? Something free and pretty- a name that shares my need for adventure and change. "And I'll call you Annalise." And with that final sentence we are forever named.
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The Dollhouse
FantasyLife in the dollhouse is simple. Stay in place and do what the doll keeper asks. But one girl stuck In the perfect world wants out. But the keeper will do anything to keep the house running in order.
